Gosh!

I found I was saying it.
All day!

Gosh!

It wouldn't go away.

Gosh!

It escaped from my mouth.
Constantly.

Gosh!

It became a habit
I couldn't quash.

Gosh!

There it is again.
Surprising me.

Gosh!

And again. Sounding
amazed and a bit posh.

Gosh!

It was every time I looked into your eyes.

Gosh! Gosh!


Poem copyright Bernard Young 2011